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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| I'm not doing a reprise of my rant. Anyway, it does help to read other posts, and the subsequent posts rather than simply replying. Unless you're going on a posting spree, in which case we'll all just automatically hate you until you're done or banned. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| After Brandon had completed his assignments for the day, he met her in the Sentinel just outside the city. He engaged the autodrive recall back to Lee's home on his Marauder, and perused the holodisk using his portable viewer out in front of the Sentinel.
"Listen," he started after analyzing the data streams and diagrams, "you can't show this to anyone just yet. In fact, I'd say we should give a copy of it to Pat." He removed the disc and placed it in his pocket. "Why Pat? Why not Lee?" she paused to check the area for any unwanted guests but only found birds in the nearby trees, "Lee's better equipped to give us answers anyway." Brandon unlocked the doors as they both boarded the Sentinel to head back home, "Yes, but because Lee is better equipped, he can't see it either. I'm sending a copy to Pat." He guided the vehicle towards the main road to Oakridge concentrating on the road, then turned to his love, "Please call me next time you plan on surprising me at the work sites." She watched him pilot the vehicle, watching his eyes glisten in the light of the two moons, "I understand that the work you do is highly secretive, but I felt that you'd do better with this disc that I would. Anyway, I can't let you send a copy to Pat. It just doesn't feel right. You know how he feels about Lee." Brandon said nothing as the vehicle accelerated passed the Marauder before parking itself outside their home, the Marauder parking itself across the street. Christine stepped out of the vehicle, picked up the sleepy Fappy lying on the sidewalk, and walked up to Lee's car. She scribbled a small note and attached it to the sleeping cat's ear taking care to place the cat on the hood of Lee's car before following her husband back into their house. Brandon handed her a copied disc as she walked in, "Trust me, it's better this way. Please mail this." She reluctantly accepted the disc, and placed it in her mailbox at the end of the yard. I hope you're right, she thought as she walked back up the walk to her home, her fuzzy Brandon waiting at the door for her. (Last edited by Zabuza on 04-20-05 02:24 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| A few nights before, before Tracy had left, she was introduced via communications to one of the more prominent Naturists of the planet, G'ret from Leikos VI. She remembered his short hair and flowing white robes, his piercing silvered eyes, and deep mysterious voice. He had arrived to Xodan Flats a few nights ago, and was making his trek towards Palau Town a few days later. Tracy had agreed to meet up with him in Edge City before continuing towards Palau Town, and Rosy had decided that the man held an air of something that she simply could not trust.
"You seem concerned over something...what is that?" G'ret asked while leaning into his communicator device, a few candles illuminating his otherwise darkened face. Rosy stirred at her desk as Tracy had taken to preparing her belongings in another room. "N-no reason," she avoided eye contact with G'ret for fear that he would have been able to decipher her intentions from her gaze, "I'm just a little protective. Have we met before?" She fiddled with a few parchments sent from Ryan on the table that night, her gaze landing on the picture of her Taroxian, Tom, that she kept on the table. G'ret tilted his head upward slightly, his silvered eyes glistening under his candlelight, the flames dancing in the depth of his eyes, "Perhaps not in the incarnation or lifetime, but I do believe that we have met before. Perhaps as a brief acquaintance to one of your friends," he paused then shifted his gaze to stare intently into the communications device, "Perhaps as a brief moment on some morning with your friend Crystle?" Rosy immediately shifted her eyes to meet his, her attention focused on his words. The way he had pronounced "Crystle" implied a malicious intent towards his actions. He blinked once, then shifted backwards in his chair, "Ah, I see. She's dear to you," he moved away from the device speaking from another room, "tell Tracy that I shall see her tomorrow." That was three days ago. She stood a couple meters from the barricade in the shadows of the buildings observing the Night Squadron officers hover about their HyWire vehicles. She removed a small device from her pocket, depressed the center contact, and hurled the device towards the vehicles. It bounced, and rolled to a stop just in front of the two main vehicles. The guards walked towards the device, rifles drawn, watching the small cube blink intermittently. The vehicles awoke from their standby positions, turning to face the guards before igniting their engines to full power. She closed her eyes, thinking of her Taroxian, and stepped closer to the edge of the building. The device stopped its pulsing, then imploded on itself leaving behind two HyWire vehicles, lights all on, sitting in front of her, the Night Squadron officers bloodily wedged underneath their vehicles. Thank you, Lee, she thought as she walked around the vehicles past the barricades towards the dark center of the Central Plaza. (Last edited by Zabuza on 04-20-05 05:04 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| Oh, get off it. No one (me) cares. We have a Pope. woo. (sarcasm) I'd be more surprised if they had said that the Vatican had been hording some kind of ultra-highspeed internet connection for years. For what purpose, who knows? (You know, those child-molesting priests and such.)
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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Lee rolled out of bed that morning to the sound of a news data stream emitting from his holoprojectors in the living room, obviously activated by his t'ok'ra. The small furry biped held up its round head, big green eyes looking up at him as he stumbled groggily into the living room clad in a t-shirt from the 2415 Showers event and shorts he acquired from a trip to Paradise Island a few years back when he had such a thing as vacation. He scooped up the brown ball of fluff and walked over to his kitchen where the replicator plate had already conjured up a plate of pancakes and eggs with a small glass of Nisian orange juice. The room's windows were completely shielded from all light creating an entirely pitch black room only illuminated by the occasional dimmed light of the many control panels and lights around the room. He set his pet on the counter, its small forearms extended towards the groggy agent, its pointy ears shifting back and forth searching the room for errant sounds. It chirped, then fell onto its back exposing its furry stomach for petting. Lee picked up the plate and juice and set it on the table behind him, turning to replicate a bowl of t'ok'ra food for the small ball of fluff he acquired as a present from the high council on Eckta'ar Prime. "Thanks, Giz. Nice to see that my house hasn't been further bugged today," he said as he set the bowl next to his ball of fluff near the replicator plate. Giz closed his big eyes, designed for superior night vision much like his master, then raised its small paws and touched his protruding ears together. A green aura appeared around him and the bowl of food, slowly disintegrating the food. Lee sighed, wishing he could consume food through energy transfers, then sat at his table to eat his meal. A nearby PCD started to ring from underneath a stack of papers on the corner of his table. He reached across the table hitting the PCDs connect contact before placing it in front of him, balanced on the table. The unit's infrared lights ignited allowing the caller on the other end to actually see Lee since the room was almost devoid of light. It was Christine. She called to find out if he was okay that morning, since she had his vehicle, and wanted to inform him of what Brandon had done with a disc she had acquired in Nisia. "I already knew you had that disc. Fappy brought it over to me one day," he nonchalantly replied as he ate his pancakes. "Damn that cat," she started crouching forward into her communicator, she was standing in her backyard, "Brandon had me send a copy of the disc to Pat last night, and with the mail being so efficient, it's probably already there this morning." "Too late for me to do anything. Doesn't matter, I already have a copy. I have forwarded the data to my superiors, and they'll work with the University later on to remedy the issues. I also had to lie about where I got this information," Giz jumped up on Lee's head, "so it's a good thing I have Giz to find any bugged instruments in my home." Christine motioned a greeting towards Giz, then slumped into her chair, the cats hovering around her. "But, why send it to Pat?" Lee finished his meal, placed Giz on the table, "Um, I can't really tell you, but just trust your husband for the moment," he paused to contemplate something to distract her from the events of last night, "Do you want to head out to the City with me today? I know you have to be there anyway, don't you?" She had agreed to meet him in an hour in front of his home, yet he sensed she had disconnected with a feeling of discontent towards both her husband and her best friend. Lee pushed away from the table, mentally commanding his inner suit to materialize a casual business suit upon his body, then walked over to the living room to verbally disengage the holoprojector. He picked up the stack of papers on the table, petted Giz's stomach and patted him on the head before heading towards the front door. Christine stood next to his Marauder holding the still sleeping Fappy, watching Miko walk around her legs, obviously wondering where Harrison had gone. "Harrison's fine, I'm sure of it. Remember, he found you, and not the other way around. At least he left you these two, and Brandon," Lee said as he walked up to her holding the papers and noticing that Brandon had already left earlier that morning. "What a lovely present from my smartest cat, two idiotic mutations from a faulty replicator plate and his DNA and a giant fuzzy as my bed buddy. Mine?" she said pointing to the papers in his arms. He nodded and placed the papers in her hand, then bent down to pick up Miko and stroke her fur behind her ears. The cat began to purr rousing the sleeping spongy mass in Christine's arms. Miko meowed at Fappy as he tilted his head up to look at Christine. "Yeah, they're my analysis of the data on the disc. I'm sure it will help, but don't leave them lying around anywhere. You can share this with Crystle if you'd like," he opened the doors and boarded the driver's area, "I'm sure she'd appreciate it for their research." Christine sat in the front seat looking over the documents, her eyes widening as she neared the middle of the stack. She clutched Lee's arm and turned to him with a look of deep surprise and fear in her eyes, "Is this true?" "I double checked. Data doesn't lie," he coaxed the vehicle onto the road not headed towards Edge City but enroute towards San Angeles, "unless its fabricated. But, I know your source for this disc, so I have someone I'd like to visit on San Angeles before we do anything with this." Christine returned her gaze to the papers. "We're going to San Angeles? Are you sure we'll be okay?" "Doesn't matter. You've got me," he touched a contact on the center console activating the datadisc copy in the drive engaging a small rotating meteor in front of Christine, "data shows we don't have much time. If anyone would know what to do with this, it will be Server One." She looked at him through his pitch dark sunglasses, "But, I thought Server One was disposed of after the war." He turned off the holoviewer, and twisted the control handle urging the vehicle faster across the main highway heading towards the DoxTrans access tunnel of the SubTrain connector to the Mainland. "That's what we want you to think, but if you've sent a copy to Pat, I'm sure he's headed to Server One with the same information, and I have to intercept him before he gets there. Since Pat has no personal transportation, he's probably heading out there on SubTrain, and taking public transportation to meet Server One. I need to get there before he does." Christine appeared to be troubled. "It's not your fault," he began resting his hand on hers, "but Pat can cause a lot of trouble if he really chooses to do so." She smiled at him, then watched as they drove into the access tunnel running parallel to the giant underocean stretch of tunnel heading towards the Mainland. (Last edited by Zabuza on 07-16-06 06:23 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| That's why I don't touch AO-Hell with a million foot digital galvanized pole. 1337 speak is dead. It's been commercialized and adopted by teeny-boppers and script kiddies. It's totally useless, and serves as the sign declaring "I am an idiot". | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| Well, technically, if bumping a thread after two weeks of inactivity is against rules (and not the law, Beo) then my updating my stories every few weeks or so is a horrible no-no. I don't consider his post spam so much as a flame against a member we just don't have...the Pope.
My family is Catholic. I am not. They tried, but I actually have a brain and can think for myself rather than follow the herd. And, its true, the Pope wouldn't declare a war. I don't think he's allowed. But, then, I really don't care. Why we are such a god fearing planet without any proof of the existence of such a being, I'll never understand. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| Story of my life. At LAX, we evacuated a terminal because one of the passengers felt the need to joke with us about the presence of a bomb in his bag that would go off if scanned by the x-ray machine. He, and his friend, were arrested after the evacuation and inspection of the luggage proved no explosives were present. But, it is a federal offense to joke around any federal agents...flight attendants included as they are representatives of the FAA and are required to be present on all flights worldwide.
Also, I've had people joke with me when I worked at the airport, often ending up being questioned by police and our federal superiors, being arrested, and/or not flying at all. People just have to realize that even though it's going to be four years, officials are not going to take anything lightly. It's best not to joke with federal officials. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| Not to be totally disrespectful, but you did come off as a self-serving loser. Anyway, you do realize that while most people do make the board their life, others just don't. That, and the lack of interest in the quality of posts has diminished. The board is just not the same anymore. I, on occasion, update my stories, and provide quantity and quality versus just the post counts for the day. I'm sorry that all you expect from us is a daily post count rather than quality over quantity.
So, we're not up to our prime posting sprees, but you do realize that we don't have spammy threads like we did before, and that has dimished our posts. I'm not too interested in reaching over 1000 anymore since I already did it, and just lost my entire efforts in the wipe. Bitterness one point, life zero. Anyway, at least we're still here. From one loser to another, it's best to just let go and operate day by day, rather than dwelling on the past. You know, stuff happens, and as a once owner of a company, I know the frustration you must feel (even though it doesn't really compare). People have got stuff to do. I'm an insomniac, so I'm on at the wee hours of the morning when no one (except Deesse every now and then) is on. I don't exactly have school anymore (I stopped going), I just have commitments that don't revolve around this or any other board. If we shut down, I go to LiveJournal. If we don't, I stay. It's not a huge thing to me anymore. I have friends to tend to, family, my company, work, my free time offline, my free time online, my life online, this board, AR, and some other junk I do with the time when I'm not asleep. I have an upcoming job interview in Phoenix, an upcoming testing session for the Department of Homeland Security's US Border Patrol, awaiting results from my interview with the 911 dispatchers for the city of Los Angeles, repairs to my car, solving my cash flow issues, bills, eBay shipping of items, eBay auctions and money transfers, "working on my website", working on my novels, reading things, researching other stuff, and job hunting. Updating my resume, and so on. When I can, I fit in time. Life is not online. Life is not the board. Life happens offline, away from the computer. (Last edited by Zabuza on 04-20-05 04:54 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| No, I meant it as a sense coming from Lee not Christine...something he sensed not something she felt. Next update, her side of the conversation doesn't reflect that. It's something he got from knowing her all this time, not something she thinks of herself, him, and her Brandon. I edited it to reflect that.
[pasting next update here] More to come... (Last edited by Zabuza on 04-20-05 05:11 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| So, you expect a blunt reply from people, and end up with a reprimand because I hit home? Anyway, I'm contributing every now and then, and if that contribution just happens to be only to my story updates, then so be it. I have opinions, and I share. If you'd like to mandate things, then so be it.
Yeah, activity declines, and people complain, but I haven't complained (much) about this issue in a while. Yeah, and I do complain, guilty as charged, but I at least post even down to the one post per day thing. I stayed loyal to this board despite it going down, despite the post wipes, and even through the upgrades. But, if you're going to turn around and tell me that you've had it with me...eh, it's just another person that I've managed to piss off somehow (I'm really good at doing that). I'll be floating around, perhaps, in an attempt to rekindle that glow that XGF has so lost... |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| Which brings me back to my Verizon guy thread, and the reason behind why almost all cell phones don't work indoors. Including mine, with the whole Cingular campaign of increasing strength bars and such. Just not the quality you'd expect. The only way we'd ever get calls all over the planet is to acquire satellite phones as a consumer device rather than a government device. I don't see that happening anytime soon. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| I'd be lying if I said that my intent in life was not to rile up people, but sadly it is. Therefore, you asked for blunt opinion on what is going on, and you got it. I'm sorry that you couldn't handle it, but I'm not going for being a kiss-ass here.
It's best not to dwell on it too much, but obligations in real life sometimes turn us away from obligations (if we can call them that) online. I regularly update my stories. I contribute to things. And, you're by far the best board owner I've ever encountered in my **stops to count hands and toes** fifteen years online. I'd rather not bullshit people, so lately, I've taken to being quite honest since that gets does me better in life than pandering and catering to people. If you want pandering and catering, warn me first, and I'll try my best to b.s. Given that aside, you unwittingly have created a discussion fueled by passion that will more than likely fuel the post counts into a higher range for you. Once again, you've proven yourself to be the great board owner that you without realizing what you've started. Bravo. Being quite candid, I do have you (Xeo) on my post radar as a goal to keep me motivated towards surpassing you. Mostly to hit the 1000, then 2000, then 5000, then 10000...someday. It's just not top priority right now. (Last edited by Zabuza on 04-21-05 03:07 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| Well, seeing that you've now realized that FOX news as an entity is a dumbass, you're excused from your ignorance. It's best to get your news from multiple news sources than relying on just one (horrible) news source. I don't know what's going on with the pope mostly because I don't care. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| I recently received an email with the word, "pwn3d", in it, and that was it. To which I replied, "Your point being?" Obviously nothing had happened, and it was web based email, but why send me that?
And, if you remember my hacking classes back in the day, I made referrence to leet and its presence on the wikipedia. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| Unfortunately, that's storyline, and I can't answer that now. On another note, there's the impending issue of Server One.
Server One is all knowing, but not all seeing. Server One has access to all systems everywhere, yet doesn't. Server One is never obsolete, yet thrives on older standards. Intrigued? Unfortunately, Server One will be exposed in the storylines, not in this forum. Just needed to clarify that a bit before I continued, even though it does lack clarity. On the topic of the Venitian (which should be spelled Venutian, but Terran was stupid), he poses a big part in the storylines but has yet to actually reveal what that is. On the issue of Garrett (Cryus), he's not in yet. He comes later, and his role won't be revealed here either. Guess we'll just have to wait it out. Stop asking me what's on the disc, you'll find out when the time is right. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| ...anybody do the War Driving thing? Need an explanation? Okay, wardriving involves driving around with an internet device (PDA, laptop, etc.) using a WiFi receiver (802.11a,b, or g) looking for open networks and mapping them, either for personal or public use. Nothing malicious, yet gray area as far as legality issues.
Just wondering. I'm sure someone's going to close this down because they don't want to venture into anything that could prove remotely interesting or illegal. I get bored. I have a laptop with wifi capabilities and GPS unit. I drive around, and download stuff. I jack Starbuck's connection. I borrow from my neighbor. I borrow from my cousin. I borrow from school. If I had a wireless network, I'd leave a subset of it open for other wardrivers. No big.  (Last edited by Zabuza on 04-26-05 12:08 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| So, I'm bored in the hotel in Phoenix (Tempe, to be exact), and started watching the only thing that remotely piqued my interest, Overhauling, on the TLC channel. So, I figured, "Cool idea, huh?" They steal your car, fabricate stories behind it, overhaul it, and return it to you all the while thinking that your car ceased to exist in your life.
Except, while it might be cool if they abducted my Jack, and overhauled it into some monstrosity that even I wouldn't drive because I wouldn't look cool in it, I don't think they'd ever be able to produce the Jack I want. My dream design for Jack? Easy. Trash the gasoline engine. It may be the life of the vehicle and the thing that lets me know when Jack is pissed, but it's got to go. Give me ultra-efficient hybrid drive, and I'm set. Couple that with a linux (or unix) driven computer system to monitor everything, and we're on our way. Now, for the fun. Sound proof the entire engine space, enhance the performance so I'll get that extra boost to overtake the raced-out dorks on the road, and silence the whole thing so I can still hear the occasional Mozart. Trick being, no additional body work to the vehicle, except maybe changing the hood to achieve a better drag coefficient ratio, so that the unsuspecting vehicle owner gets just that more of a humiliation from being owned by a 1998 Mercury Tracer with gay stickers on the back. Move to the interior space, driver side first. Remove the entire internal dash panels, gauges and everything else. Flatten that area and install a heat-resistant, liquid cooled LCD panel (dual panels, one facing driver, one facing windshield) for customizable digital guage readouts facing the driver, and a reversed image for "floating" three-dimensional map directions in front of you both during the day, and at night. Option for night vision camera installed just below the front hood. Remove the steering wheel installing a custom wheel wired for programmable keys to the computer control unit, to help keep your hands on the road. Below, adjustable gas and brake pedals for added comfort. Center console, rip it out. New stereo system, powered by a mobile PC linux (or unix, haven't decided) box mounted in the trunk, 5" (or 7", money pending) touchscreen LCD control panel for every system onboard (GPS, mobile WiFi, DVD video, options for gaming systems, computerized security, computerized ignition, SACD sound quality CD changer (trunk), MP3 capabilities, climate control, and more), and smart card reader for added security, or serving as the valet "key". Passenger side (airbags aren't present, aren't really needed), rip out the dead airbag units, and install a retractable 7" touchscreen LCD panel (also cooled, and shock mounted) for mobile internet with wireless keyboard/mouse combo, also doubles as DVD screen, and control system for stereo/DVD units. The seats in front? Easy, small speakers on either side of the headrests to enhance the surround sound effect from the door speakers, back seat speakers, and centralized front speaker. Rear view mirror/screen combo for the rear mounted camera to aid with parking. Central console revamped so I can actually store things as opposed to just the emergency brake. Bluetooth capabilities built in, along with USB ports for accessories. GPS units installed in the roof for maximum satellite uplink. And, with the center console shaved down, the bigger cups of America actually fit! Behind the headrests, something that isn't too new, small screens for whatever's accessible...but make these touchscreens as well. Add USB, video ports, and game ports, and the backseat people are happy. Separate earphone plugs as well, just in case you don't want to hear me or the stereo...or Junkie's singing. Paint the thing midnight blue, metallic, with a greenish lighting bolt down the middle. I have more, but I'm going elsewhere for now. What's your dream overhaul? Meaning, take a normal car, and do what you want to it, not buying stock vehicle dream thingies... |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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| Just outside of Baghdad, a military convoy pulled my vehicle over identifying themselves as my rendezvous point people. From inside a black Humvee stepped out my London rendezvous agent, clad in a desert camouflaged trench coat still smoking that single cigarette, and moved towards my vehicle. He walked up to me, my tired reflection floating in his mirrored sunglasses, and then moved around to the rear of the Humvee and picked up the XM8. He walked back around to me, and held up the rifle in front of me, cocked the rifle, "We forgot to tell you something."
I sat in the driver's seat, staring down the dark barrel, "Really? What's that?" I sat there smuggly thinking about flooring the vehicle, but secretly not wanting to ditch a rifle capable of disintegrating my vehicle at the blink of an eye. "This," he said squeezing the trigger. The chamber echoed a click to me, "the rifle is coded to your fingerprints, voiceprints, and retinal prints. Only you can operate this gun. No worries?" I stared at him as he walked towards the back of the vehicle returning with the rest of my camo gear. "No worries, but I have one concern," I stepped out of the vehicle and walked to the back retrieving the case of classified ammo, "what is my ultimate mission, and why the special ammo?" He handed me my garb and stowed my belongings in the Humvee before retreating to his black Humvee. Two of his soldiers boarded my vehicle and took the front seats; I was moved to the back area so that a "native" could be successfully driven into hostile territory without anyone being made aware of it. I rested on the bumpy final leg into hostile territory wedged between the XM8 ammo case and the XM8 rifle, underneath a camo tarp, wearing the headset just in case my assigned soldiers decided to take matters into their own hands. (Last edited by Zabuza on 04-27-05 06:00 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 725 days Last activity: 725 days |
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Figured I start a series.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. I sat at the computer watching Brandon scroll through the credits from a chinese film, expertly reading the Chinese with perfect inflection and tone, astonished that a person with a lack of the ability to speak the language could actually pull off faking it. He stopped as soon as his girlfriend, Christine, walked into the room. When she left for the upstairs bathroom, he turned to me. "I didn't want to tell you this," he started as he moved closer to me, "but I'm your agent." The news did not come as a shock to me, but I really thought it was Steve--a former coworker from the Transportation Security Administration--not this metal rocker pudgy man that was the beloved of my best friend. "What? No, you're not. Very funny though," I said not turning away from the AOL IM window I had open while holding a conversation with some random guy across the continent. With the whole Iraq mission behind me years ago, the thought of doing anything at all remotely resembling those days had long left my active memory banks. Everything since then had been a mediocre assignment here and a chat monitoring session there. "No," he leaned over me glancing behind him to make sure Christine wasn't eavesdropping, "Agent X3PH1R, I am your assigned tracking agent, and I have another assignment for you." God dammit! I go out with this person and entrusted my entire secrecy to him, and I found out he's my new agent? "Sure, what's up?" He removed an envelope from his jeans pocket and placed it on the desk next to me. The white envelope, emblazoned with the Southwest Airlines logo in the left hand corner, rested lightly over my hands at the keyboard. I opened the envelope; inside, a fabricated letter complete with a Southwest Airlines watermark announcing their acceptance of myself to an information session for a flight attendant position with their illustrious airline. "What's this?" I said holding up the letter while turning to face him. His dilated hazel eyes gleaming in the artificial light emitted from the TV turning his attention away to hand me my cell phone. "Make the reservation, you're headed to Arizona. But, not for an interview. No, you'll meet your follow-up briefing agents there, and we'll give you your full objective there." "Since when did you become a full agent for the NSA?" I asked dialing the reservation number. "Not NSA, Agent, but CIA. You are high profile material, Lee, and we all need to watch over you." "You got my dream job before I did?" I screamed out, but quickly lowered my tone of voice, "Why?" He moved to the doorway listening as Christine finished her shower, "No word of any of this to Christine, and you leave on the 26th of April. I suggest you make vehicle and hotel arrangements. We'll cover the flight." He sat down on the bed and resumed his TV watching while I resumed my instant messaging, a new assignment on the horizon and yet another agent with which to deal. And, this agent I actually tolerated and liked. Christine popped back into the room, freshly showered, and ushered us out towards the car. We had a premiere to get to in Hollywood, and I had a hotel and car to book upon my return that night. The days of long ago started flooding back, and I hoped the new assignment would not be as fun as the last one overseas. (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-09-07 09:45 PM) |
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